Christian made a move to follow Jade but Sawyer stopped him. 'Give her at least half an hour. She's always calmer after going to the studio. Right now you'll get nothing out of her'. He sighed, running a hand through his hair 'you're right. I have a call to make then I'll head over there'. Sawyer nodded in an official way and left the room, muttering something about finding Taylor.

Christian had made quick calls to both Barney and Welch before sitting back in his chair and making a difficult call that he really didn't want to do. She didn't answer either of the times he dialled, he thought about leaving a message but decided against it. This was a conversation that he should have been doing in person anyway. Christian had no problem with her being a part of his own or Jade's life, but of she was getting this upset and this angry then he would have to step in, no matter how hard the conversation would be.

Sawyer went with Christian to the studio. It wasn't really questioned or discussed, but when Christian left his office about twenty five minutes after entering it was Sawyer who was waiting by the lift.

The studio was one of the smaller one bedroom open plan apartments on the lower half of the block where Jade and Sawyer lived. Essentially it was done for convenience, all she had to do was take the lift down from her own fairly sizeable three bedroom place to one of the bottom levels. It was also convenient from another perspective. Jade had got a hold of the apartment to use as a studio not long after she had been allowed to return from the hospital after she had returned from Israel. Jade had been too weak for a long time to even consider walking or driving anywhere for longer than ten minutes.

Sawyer opened the door and saw Jade standing in front of an enormous canvas, looking deep in thought and covered in paint. She had evidently been crying as her eyes were red rimmed. He walked over quickly, seeing that she had acknowledged their presence. The only thing he did was kiss her lips then quickly kissed each tear stained cheek and muttered 'I'll be just outside' he glanced at the canvas and his eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly 'bloody hell. That's amazing'. He said and did nothing else except leaving the room.

Christian made his way over and looked at the canvas. It depicted a huge rolling meadow that was dotted with daisies. The sky was an orange and yellow sunrise that was barely over the horizon. At the top of the meadow was a huge tree, who's branches were curved downwards, backing a circular design, a few leaves were being gently blown from the tree in what was clearly a light breeze, that was slightly bending the long grass.

Christian audibly made a noise between a gasp and a 'wow' at the same time. Jade glanced at him 'you alright'? He nodded 'that's...wow...' she smiled slightly 'it's the tree of life. It's one of my paintings for the family Elliot did the house for in the City'. Christian wasn't really listening, he couldn't get past the immense feeling of overwhelming pride that was in his chest. Whilst he knew she was a good artist she had always been reluctant to show him anything.

Christian snapped himself out of the moment and sat down on one of the high stools. 'Jade, do you want to talk?' 'what, about my Mum?' he nodded and she put down her paintbrush, folding her arms. 'Dad, the thing is...when we were fighting a little while ago, she was trying so hard to elbow her way in. I was in such a shit mood that I actually nearly fell for it for a little while'.

Christian nodded, not really wanting to interrupt her midway though the pouring out of thoughts. 'But I- we'll she's been calling me non stop after she found out about the engagement. I've made it clear that I want nothing to do with her and yet she still insists on trying to stick her nose in. Dad?' he looked up 'yeah?'. Jade sighed, looking like she really didn't want to say what came out 'I know you have business with her and all that but from now on my mum has nothing more to do with me' she swallowed 'Elena Lincoln has never been there for me as a mother, and she's not about to start trying'.